[FGO] Sun Knight

Summoned to this world by the Storm King, Gawain understood that the lord he served was no longer the Knight King. Despite having many questions about the dark curse that surrounded his lord, he ultimately chose to offer his loyalty once again.

The noble Knights of the Round Table are no more; now he is merely a knight of the Storm King, following his lord to save and destroy the world.

In the process of defeating the enemy, the sword in his hand was stained with the blood of his loved ones, and the image of his younger siblings' deaths was imprinted deep in his eyes.

He thought this relationship between ruler and subject was the most tragic end in the Arthurian legend, but Tristan brought news that made things even worse.

—The present world of Morgan Le Fey.

As his eldest son, Gao Wen had no idea what kind of expression he was wearing.

However, compared to Agravan, whose eyes were bloodshot, and Mordred, whose face was filled with disgust, he thought his reaction was relatively calm.

"Why didn't you report this in advance?!" Agvin, the political official, asked in a deep voice with a furrowed brow.

"Hey, what are you thinking? Did your brain break after you went blind? Did you get bewitched? Tsk, that's definitely the kind of trick that woman would use." Mordred has never missed a chance to stir up trouble before. The blond knight was finally granted permission to return to the city, but this bombshell news left him feeling flustered.

When confronted by his colleagues, Tristan seemed unmoved, simply saying, "I will report to the King myself."

Upon hearing this, Agravan glared at Tristan several times.

For a moment, no one spoke.

"Tristan, that person...Ms. Morgan, she," Gawain said, noticing the eerie silence around him, as if you could hear a pin drop. Tristan tilted his head, seemingly listening intently, "...How is she?"

Gao Wen was met with silence.

"Given my status, it is not appropriate for me to comment on a British noblewoman."

"Stop being so glib at a time like this," Mordred sneered, warning him, "Wake up, that's a ruthless witch who eats people alive, Tristan."

Noticing Agravan's increasingly fierce expression, and to prevent the political officer from kicking Mordred out of the meeting room, Gawain spoke again: "So, who should be chosen to protect Ms. Morgan?"

That's a good question.

After all, the target was that island witch, and no one present could guarantee that they could do a good job of monitoring as guards.

Ultimately, Tristan concluded the meeting with these words: "I will also ask the King for his opinion."

It seemed like this was the only option left, but Gawain sensed something was amiss.

Tristan's attitude was too bland from beginning to end.

That twilight battle, in which the blood of his comrades splattered, changed many people and events. The originally kind and honest Tristan became extremely cruel after receiving the Gift.

Abandoning their gentle and romantic nature, they become cold-blooded beasts, carrying out orders to take the lives of others without any emotion.

Therefore, Tristan's indifference seemed particularly suspicious.

If we consider the opposite perspective, the Red-Haired Knight wouldn't be so indifferent to Morgan le Fay; he might even actively utilize her magic.

Gawain had a gut feeling that Tristan was hiding something.

Gawain wasn't particularly good at scouting enemy positions, but given the deep bond between the Knights of the Round Table, he was able to barely discern Tristan's expression.

That was definitely not the demeanor one would show when facing an enemy or a wicked woman.

Afterwards, Morgan le Fay settled in the capital, and Tristan was appointed as his bodyguard.

At first, Gawain could see Tristan as simply doing his job, and that it was normal for him to be close to the island's witch while serving her... But that's not right!

When rumors reached Gawain's ears that Tristan was playing the violin for a silver-haired, blue-eyed woman in the garden, he could no longer contain himself.

Allow Gao Wen to say something:

—Tristan, what are you doing?! That woman is my mother!!!

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At this stage, Morgan's plan is progressing very smoothly.

Tristan, who accompanied Morgan through every street and alley of the city, didn't ask too many questions, and when Morgan asked to see the rooftops on higher ground, he readily offered his assistance.

The British princess sat gracefully on Tristan's arm, her fingertips seemingly casually brushing against the man's bright red hair on his cheek.

It was like petting a cat's whiskers, but luckily the cat was a gentle Maine Coon and didn't extend its claws.

The black silk skirt with blue patterns tucked the knight's breastplate under lace and embroidery, then traced a graceful arc in the air as the woman leaped.

Morgan turned to face the red-haired knight with light steps, her beautiful face beaming with a bright smile. "It's over. Let's proceed to the main gate, Lord Tristan."

Morgan has been teasing (torturing) Tristan quite a bit these past few days, but the red-haired knight seems to have no temper and always cooperates with her various requests. As long as the actions are not without reason, even physical contact is within the bounds of permissibility.

The plan to eliminate the distance between the two went so smoothly that Tristan's next words completely exceeded Morgan's expectations:

"Your Highness Morgan, from now on, Gawain will serve as your bodyguard."

The island witch's smile froze.

Without waiting for Tristan's proviso or any further explanation, Morgan cautiously asked, "Do you have other tasks?"

"No, the main gate of the capital city is under Gao Wenqing's jurisdiction, and he just happens to be available."

"There's no need for special arrangements; I don't want to trouble others."

"Gao Wenqing wouldn't think that way, please rest assured. Although it may be a bit presumptuous to say this, it's a rare opportunity to interact. Even if you only consider him as an ordinary guard knight, you might as well talk to Gao Wenqing more; you might be surprised by what you find."

—Why does it feel like Secretary Tristan is intentionally trying to get Gawain and me to be together?

Unlike Tristan's delight, Morgan was eager for Gawain to decline the assignment.

The answer is that she's not ready to acknowledge her adopted son as her biological son.

Escaping may be shameful, but it's very useful!

Morgan even wondered if this was Tristan's way of getting revenge.

If so, then this man has a deep understanding of how to manipulate her (Morgan: Terrifying!).

Tristan's words and actions made his stance increasingly ambiguous.

Morgan had thought he was a big cat she could pet, but Tristan had a surprise attack that caught Morgan completely off guard.

In particular, Tristan had cut off all of Morgan's escape routes, leaving her with no reason to refuse.

—...Sir Tristan, you'll remember this!

The noble British princess maintained her smile, as if everything was under control, and dignifiedly watched the blond knight leading the white horse toward her.

"Then I'll take my leave." Without waiting for Morgan's reply, Tristan quickly logged out of this space that resembled a battlefield.

Morgan, left behind, almost threw a few curses at Tristan.

But there are more pressing matters at hand.

Gawain, one of King Arthur's Knights of the Round Table and also known as the Knight of the Sun, stood before her.

The brilliant sunlight illuminated Gawain's robust and imposing figure, and his fluffy hair, shimmering with a golden sheen, made his blue eyes appear even clearer. The dazzling light kissed the knight's handsome face like a lover, and added a soft halo to his deep features.

...No wonder it's the origin of the term "Prince Charming".

Morgan had little recollection of the child's father (King Lot), only remembering that the man did not submit to King Arthur's rule, which was probably the main reason why Morgan le Fay chose him as his lover.

However, King Lothar must have been quite handsome, otherwise he wouldn't have been able to father a child as good-looking as Gawain, whose hair and eye color were inherited from Morgan.

This is her eldest son.

Even if she wasn't born of Morgan, she is undoubtedly related to her by blood.

The moment Morgan thought of this, the embarrassment and escapism that had been lingering in his mind were replaced by a feeling of tenderness.

Morgan's affection for his children was like a flower bud, not blooming in large swathes like wildflowers in a field, but rather a small and tender single flower, yet still genuinely heartfelt.

Gawain was not only handsome and quick-witted, but also one of the most skilled warriors among the Knights of the Round Table. Thinking of this, Morgan couldn't help but admire him from a different perspective.

She even wanted to reach out and pinch that handsome face, and take a closer look at him.

The Sun Knight's pale blue irises seemed to capture the clear sky within his eyes, while his platinum blonde hair, like soft wool with slight curls, was lifted by a gentle breeze that swept past them, creating beautiful arcs in the air and forming a picturesque scene.

Just as Morgan was engrossed in admiring Gawain's appearance, the latter broke the silence first.

"It's been a long time. How have you been?"

Upon hearing this, Morgan snapped out of his reverie.

Morgan noticed that Gawain's gaze was not hostile, but compared to Tristan, whose expression was blank and whose eyes were unreadable, Gawain gave Morgan a colder feeling.

Even though Gawain said this in a normal tone, the indifferent expression on his face suddenly chilled Morgan.

The knight with warm blond hair looked down at her with a gaze as cold as ice.

It's as if the object of my gaze is nothing more than a stranger.

No, even someone meeting Gawain for the first time would receive a polite smile, but Morgan didn't even get that treatment.

Morgan suddenly recalled that when he first came into this world, the red-haired knight Tristan, riding his horse through the yellow sand, also had a cold expression.

As if trapped by a "faith" that violates their nature and knightly oath, they are mired in a black mud-like curse, unable to move, and can only desperately raise their necks to try to breathe, clinging to life in a wretched state like martyrs.

When Morgan met Artorius, who had transformed into the Storm King, she understood the unspoken words of the Knights of the Round Table. The gods' decision was tantamount to abandoning the lives of this generation (destroying the world), while Artorius' decision would accompany this generation into despair (burying the world).

The Knights of the Round Table who followed the Storm King undoubtedly shared this sin, and it is quite reasonable that Tristan, Lancelot, and Gawain have become like this.

Morgan's affection for Gawain deepened slightly.

However, this does not mean that she has the awareness and courage to consider herself a mother.

"Gao Wenqing, as a Servant, you should understand that based on experiences at different times, Heroic Spirits can respond to a summons in different ways."

Although it doesn't align with the truth about multiple personality disorder, this example is the quickest and easiest way for others to understand, so Morgan decided to stick with it.

Under the watchful eye of his biological son, Morgan began to speak:

"I am not the 'Morgan le Fay' you know, nor do I have any memories or feelings of being a 'mother.' I only exist as the 'Princess of Britain' and 'King Arthur's sister.' Therefore, being treated as an elder... is a very subtle feeling."

After speaking, the Island Witch carefully observed the other party's reaction.

Gawain's slightly lowered golden eyelashes cast faint shadows on either side of his high, straight nose, adding a touch of melancholy to his handsome face. He remained silent for a moment before slowly saying, "No matter your status, no one will slight you, Your Highness Morgan."

The two, a handsome man and a beautiful woman, gazed at each other, yet this romantic remark, which should have been filled with sweet bliss, was instead shrouded in a sense of awkwardness and distance by Gawain's stern and impartial attitude.

Having encountered yet another setback, Morgan took a deep breath before her dwindling maternal affection dissipated, softening her tone and speaking in a gentle, flower-like voice:

"You mean, we can get along well?"

"I'm not here to argue with Gao Wenqing, but to get along with him," Morgan repeated this sentence to himself several times.

If someone had to step back at that moment, Morgan wouldn't mind if it was her.

It's just the cold words of a rebellious son; every mother-son conversation has this part. Morgan won't be easily defeated! She'll show Gawain what royal emotional intelligence is all about!

Based on the height difference between the two, the silver-haired noblewoman's perspective was from below, her timid blue eyes looking at the knight in front of her with a hint of trepidation. The brilliant sunlight cascading down from the sky adorned her waterfall of silver hair and icy blue eyes, and what Gawain saw was the British princess's soft hair and moist eyes shining with colorful brilliance.

Because of the backlighting, Gawain's face was obscured by the shadow of his bangs, making it impossible for Morgan to see his expression.

But Morgan keenly noticed that the moment she asked her question, the surrounding sounds were suddenly silenced by an invisible hand. Thinking that she might have said something wrong, Morgan couldn't help but feel nervous until she heard Gawain respond with a "Hmm."

Morgan caught a hint of restrained composure in his calm tone, and since Gawain didn't seem hostile, she suddenly realized something and reached out her hands to him, as if trying to embrace the sun—

"Then, please help me onto the horse, Gao Wenqing."